Emile sighed. Nothing was different! He stared at the photo up and down and couldn't find anything wrong with anything.. He glanced at Rebecca's red locks, her plump, huge ass, her slightly chubby hourglass form and her breasts that Paula was only weened off barely over half a decade ago. Why was he still feeling like something was wrong?
"Emile would ya stop lookin at that there contraption?" Becca chuckled in her adorable accent.
"I can't hun, something in my gut still says things are... I don't know... wrong!" He replied.
"Oh hush now. I'm your wife right?" The MILF asked, jiggling her breasts while she slipped her blouse, revealing her swollen nipples.
"Y-yes?" Emile responded with an aroused chuckle.
"Then what could possibly be wrong darlin?" She responded, leaning in for a deep, passionate kiss.
Emile put down the camera. He began to yank on her locks, gripping tightly as he stuck his tongue down her throat.
"Well... I guess you're right." He chuckled.
"Damn straight hun." She smiled. "Now, you gonna fuck me or not?" She asked.
Emile smiled. He turned around and began to pull her towards the bedroom.
"Damned straight." Becca laughed, rubbing her moistening pussy.
The couple went upstairs, barely closing the door to get frisky as 9 year old Paula walked inside. She wiped a bit of sweat from her brow while she took a long sip of water. She dusted off some dirt from her ragged blue dress. Paula smiled, knowing her momma would have to go and get her a nice fresh one soon. She was gonna go ask when the sounds of shifting springs started from above her.
"Ugh, Momma and Pop are mating again." She sighed. Although her parents never told her what they did, she had seen enough frisky activity on the farm to know that people did that too. "I hate it when they do that, I can't talk to them!" She huffed. That's when she spotted the camera laying on the table. "EEE, perfect!" She giggled, grabbing the camera.
The barn doors opened, causing Olive the mare to glance up at her owner's foal walking inside. The horse didn't care too much so went back to chewing on hay.
"Now Olive, you and I are gonna take a selfie!" Paula giggled. "Momma won't let me get no tech, so you and I are gonna have some fun before Pop is done breeding." She laughed, not knowing how bad it was for a 9 year old to know such terms. The horse neighed, unaware of what the small owner said.
"Now Olive, say cheese!" Paula smiled, taking a selfie of her and Olive.